The Fawn and the Turtles

There once was a forest dwelling little baby deer, all alone and frightened in the snowy wood. She was barely able to walk. She was shivering and weak, and all she wanted to do was to lie down and sleep. She hadn't the power to keep going. She had lost her family and friends and all she could see was the black of the bark and the white of the forest floor.

Tamsin was young, indeed, but she was still startled to see a line of box turtles before her eyes when she rested her chin against a pile of snow. Were they not uncomfortable in this climate? Did they usually come out to the forest in the winter? She did not know, but had never seen any this year, her first. The little turtles made their slow and slippery progress, a mother and seven little ones.

It was hard for the creatures to get a good footing. They seemed to be heading up a slope to what appeared to be a glowing metal sphere hovering above the snow. Tamsin was not sure if they would make it without her help.